You drove restlessly to the edge
where moonwater washes the rock cliffs
to lay those underwhelming years down.
Waking up every morning to swim off the smoke
and lay on a hammock in the sun
with the rest of the people who came here
to turn themselves into vapour;
your mind rocking back and forth
between this moment.
Little girl, when you roll a life into a bundle,
seal it airtight and set yourself ablaze,
you have to release the vapour with the smoke and
loosen the chokehold; that black air
hindering your breath. Do it now
in this place of magical thinking,
where for the first time you will be able to feel air
between who you were
and who you have become.